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I shrugged. "It's one of the issues I'm working on." He had a nice laugh, low and kind of sexy. I found my shoulders moving back, my smile returning, and I couldn't help wondering if my vacation was about to become a little more interesting. "What do you think they have that you don't?" John asked. "Little things. Money. Great cars. Published books --" "Let me guess. There's a book in you someplace, and you're hoping this wedding can open some doors." "Actually the book is in my underwear drawer, and while I hadn't thought about getting anything concrete out of today, I would like to see my name on a shelf some day. What's wrong with that?" "Nothing at all." He folded his arms and studied me closely. "What's your story about?" I hesitated a moment, then recited the back blurb I'd always imagined. "Facing the hangman's noose and a pregnant duchess' revenge, the rash and reckless Lord Hamilton Wentworth stows away on a brideship bound for New France. Disguised as Yvette the ugly one ..." John's expression never changed but hearing the words out loud was different, unnerving. And I breathed a sigh of relief when a walkie-talkie in the kitchen crackled and Jill's voice said, "Everything's ready out here. Start herding them down." I moved past John. "That's my cue." "Wait." He glanced over at the stairs where Madelyn had disappeared a few minutes ago. "Why don't you go talk to her? Tell her your idea." "Well, beyond the fact that it's her wedding day and she'd probably blacklist me for life, I can't think of a single reason." "Madelyn is a business woman above all. Give her something she can use, and she'll be all ears." "I don't know."
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